And just like that, the holidays are upon us! Calendars are quickly filling up with Christmas plays, tree trimmings, cookie…
I’m sitting in a massage chair getting a pedicure with Mom and the thought occurs to me that this should…
There are days my Father seems to disappear more into himself, like a rabbit down a hole that I can’t…
Grief is the strangest of bedfellows. It’s a sign that you love the person you’ve lost. But it’s haunting ~…
I remember one of the first times that my Father forgot who I was. It was about a year ago…
